Then she remembered the “good or bad thing” comment, and wished she had asked about it.Some days later in the harem a bemused Nicola was discussin... this with the Emir’s mother.“Of course you are a Princess, and your name means ‘virgin’,” said Zub, “Your son, Prince Ghasaan, has a very old Arab name of which I do not know the meaning.”“Does he have a British name?”“I expect you can call him what you like, but remember he may become Emir one day.”“Emir? Is that possible?”“He is seventh in line. He met me at the door and invited me in on his bed. I looked at him and he said, "Take off your shorts and boxers." I did as I was told and sat back down next to him. He removed his boxers and I saw this amazing meaty man cock, head shining from pre-cum. I grabbed my cock and began to stroke it to life, seeing this he did the same. I watched his hand grip and caress his cock.He inched closer to me and began to rub my back and leg. I had only planned to watch him, not touch him! My heart. Almost. What he was doing between my legs didn’t feel like anything that had ever been done. Brinn had rubbed me raw down there before, and my own finger had circled my bump for an hour or more. But I had never tried to rub my bump clean off before. And just as I drew a connection between the similarity of watching Brinn jerk wildly on his penis, that first time we saw him do that, and what Uncle Bob was doing to me right then, something inside me snapped, and the most unimaginable, delicious,. The pleasure rippling through my dick was wonderful and I enjoyed it while it lasted. I had a hunch that there would be hell to pay in a minute."What the fuck!" Anne yelled as she turned around and stormed away. Susan looked up at me from her knees and wiped my cum off her lips. "Are you doing her too? You asshole!" She got up and ran off too. Oh well, I thought. It had been fun while it lasted. I had been up front with both women about not being exclusive but apparently they had not been as.